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Sunday, 9 January 2011

Trace(d)

The grey granite stone, the hills, the valleys, the coastal roads all sunken in me;trace elements flowing through my veins.Sometime I hear familial voices in the sounds of the gulls' call;that's all. Now that I've gone.

Disappeared without trace;seemingly, says the long, long night.Not one rooftop mine as raindrops fall in the fading light;footfalls echo. I am out of sight.

Recognition of image glows;Reflection before sleep.Precognition of eternal rest.Traced, my love, the outline of your face;

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Sarah Larkin (nee Fordham) is a poet and experienced workshop facilitator and seminar speaker. A sample of her academic essays and magazine articles can be on academia.edu/SarahLarkin (see links page).